Taoist chanting

Chapter 270
Mo Ye leaned over and picked a pebble from the almost dry mountain stream. It was fine in texture, yellow and white in color, stretched out his hand to grab it in the air, and then opened his fingers to hit the pebble.

A wisp of smoke hovered over the surface of the flat stone, forming a simple human shape and penetrating into the stone.

"Tit for tat, I said that Chu Qing'er's life is not worth the price of a jade token, and you have to add half of your life. Now I give you two choices: go to the underworld to reincarnate; or follow me' mix'."

The word "mixed" that Mo Ye spit out was learned from listening to Zhang Guanzhu reprimanding the mountain badger by accident, and he thought it was interesting to say it.

The figure among the cobblestones clasped its hands: "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me! I have been punished for more than [-] years and died twice. I have long since paid off the incense of the imperial court. From now on, I have no concern for the people. Please forgive me. The little old man doesn't know how to praise, I would like to go to the underworld to reincarnate, even if I am ignorant and chaotic, it doesn't matter, I don't want to remember the future and the past."

Whether you say he is pedantic or stubborn, he is relieved.

Even if there is only a little remnant soul left, he doesn't want to hang out with Taoist masters, because living like that is meaningless.

"what ever."

Mo Ye smiled and said two words.

She can't appreciate the family and country feelings of the Land Lord, and she thinks it's worthless.

Throwing it casually, the pebble drew an arc in the sun, and when it was about to fall into the stream, it disappeared.

After "hanging" with Zhang Wenfeng for such a long time, she heard about "doing things rashly".

She doesn't force it, she wants to take over her subordinates in the underworld, and there are a lot of ghosts who want to grab their heads.

The dragon-patterned jade plaque hangs from the waist of the black dress, shining brightly.

Zhang Wenfeng flew around the vicinity for more than ten miles. He was not good at tracking, so he didn't find anything. He flew back to the mountain and landed on the east side of the mountain. Three law enforcement guards rushed up the mountain vigilantly.

"Report to Daoist Zhang, my subordinates have brought some files and books that record Baihuling, please have a look."

The man who went back to search for the information looked haggard, obviously mobilizing his hands to be busy all night without closing his eyes, holding a stack of books and files in both hands.

Zhang Wenfeng took it over and said, "Thank you for your hard work, go down and rest."

"Yes, my subordinates are not working hard."

Watching the three of them go down the mountain, Zhang Wenfeng picked up a stone to sweep away the dust, and put the books and files away.

The entire Baihu Ridge was swayed here and there, and the rocks were cracked and rolled, creating a messy scene.

In his eyes, this mountain has lost its vitality, and will become a barren mountain in the future. It is very likely that there will be no grass, and it will not recover in decades.

Squatting down, he moved the broken rocks away, revealing a three-foot mud pit.

Inside was a jet-black rotten log that was broken into three pieces, less than five feet high and no thicker than an egg, with heavy bumps.

It was a piece of water-flowing ebony wood, and three unusual stones were found from the soil of the cave, the size of a peach, one was blue, and two were khaki.

He saw Mo Ye approaching.

Zhang Wenfeng's eyes stayed on the jade badge on the woman's waist in the black dress for a while longer, the word "Tao" gave him a real feeling, he didn't ask where Mo Ye got the ID badge, raised three stones, and said with a smile: "See If you have a share, you choose two."

Mo Ye shook her head, she didn't like the three semi-finished earth crystals, wood crystals, and ebony wood materials.

In addition, this is the incense money that the old man compensated Zhang Wenfeng and burned it twice, otherwise it would rot in the field, and outsiders would never be able to find it, except of course she was an exception.

Zhang Wenfeng understood some Shinto rules, so he unceremoniously collected some materials.

It's a rare good thing for him.

He won't waste his energy digging three feet to find treasure. If he can't find it, he spreads an oilcloth bag on the ground and puts together the broken rocks one by one. When put together, it can roughly be seen that it is in the shape of a stone figurine. With very little divine way breath, he used Mu Xing Yuan Qi to restrain all the broken rocks so that the breath would not dissipate.

Take out the gourd and pour water to rinse your hands.

After the water evaporated, he picked up the book and flipped through it. There was a bookmark in the book for marking. The law enforcement guard was very careful. He only needed to turn to the bookmark to quickly learn about the past of Baihuling.

In the previous dynasty, this Baihu Ridge was originally called "Nanqing Mountain". It was more than [-] feet high and it was the highest mountain in the vicinity of [-] miles. The broken golden body sank into the river, and the mountain was also smashed, leaving only a small half.

There is no record of the land lord, and Zhang Wenfeng didn't bother to ask the law enforcement guards to go back to find out the past of the former "Yaoxihe" water god. There is no need for that. The land lord is gone. He shook his head and sighed: "He doesn't have to die."

After last year's surge of aura in the Da'an area, there have been many disturbances in various places.

There are sleeping ghosts, remnant souls, and awakened spirits and monsters, as well as the divine way of the previous dynasty. They have been suppressed for a long time and have been suppressed one after another.

At the beginning of February this year, Metropolitan Road Record Institute issued new laws and regulations to the states.

One of them: the remnants of the mountain gods, water gods, and land gods from the previous dynasty who have survived to this day will not wantonly kill evil, and those whose crimes are not serious can be recruited according to the situation and used by the Daolu Academy.

Compared to slaying, although recruiting security is not small, you can try anything.

Otherwise, why would he beg God again and again with that tongue?

Mo Ye was also flipping through the book, and said abruptly, "He didn't die completely. I collected his remnant soul and threw it into the Nether Realm."

She really didn't "throw" it gently at all.

Zhang Wenfeng quickly got up and looked around. There were no outsiders nearby. This made people hear badly. Mo Ye didn't care, he had to pay attention, and said in a low voice, "The jade badge on your waist was given to you by the Landlord?" guessed.

"In exchange."

Mo Ye glanced at the Taoist priest talking nonsense, can she just ask for anything from others?
Zhang Wenfeng muttered: "Strange, how could he have such a thing?"

He hadn't read the four characters on the back of the jade card, and of course he didn't know whether it was valuable or not. He could tell through the charm of the word "Tao" that something was real and not a fake.

"There is no problem with the origin of this thing."

Mo Ye is not responsible for explaining too much, she can "see" the origin of the item, put her feet together, and sit on the rock to read a book.

Hearing Zhang Wenfeng give a lecture to the little fellows in Qingzheng Bieyuan, and told a little story about "opening a book is beneficial", she felt that it made sense. Travel notes, stories, etc., and even nonsense secret records of the underworld, she watched whatever she picked up, and was not very picky about food.

The two read books in silence.

Shi Huai'an flew back with several monks, including Song Suxing and Ji Shixi whom Zhang Wenfeng knew. It seems that the gradually weakening monks from the Daolu Branch of Yuanyang County are all out, and even the doctor Ji Shixi is coming in handy to find them. That slipping through the net sorcerer.

Zhang Wenfeng stood up, cupped his fists and greeted everyone with a smile. As usual, he was polite and courteous to everyone.

Mo Ye ignored the messy group of people and sat quietly reading a book.

Shi Huai'an introduced several monks from Wanglong County and another wind patrol envoy who came over. After exchanging pleasantries, Shi Huai'an said with a smile: "The manpower is almost complete, please ask Guanzhu Zhang to assign the next step to find that witch cultivator." task matters."

Zhang Wenfeng clasped his fists and said with a smile: "Zhang was ordered to come to help, but he didn't dare to do it for him. Fellow Daoist Shi, please!"

Shi Huai'an laughed, and stopped being polite, and discussed how to arrange two people in groups, in order to avoid accidents, and agreed to send a message to him every two hours to report the clues of the search and so on.

I specially asked Zhang Guanzhu to sit in the center of Baihuling to support all parties. To put it bluntly, he didn't dare to force him.

Let the six law enforcement guards first escort the bagged corpses, the broken rocks and trophies sent by the land lord back to Xiahe County for preservation.

Before leaving, Song Suxing took out a letterhead that Director Guo entrusted him to hand over to Guanzhu Zhang, and said a few polite words of congratulations. Director Guo's letter was nothing more than a bunch of politeness, "Those who don't know don't blame" "Zhang Guanzhu's behavior is too low-key", "it's inconvenient to go out because of his busy routine", he warmly invited Zhang Guanzhu to the county town to be a guest and give advice.

Zhang Wenfeng immediately expressed that he would come to visit and disturb him when he had time.

The bridal sedan chair was carried by everyone, and he was not Mo Ye, so he could ignore the world.

This time and that time!

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(End of this chapter)